Maren fought like a wildcat when the arrogant knight carried her off in his arms. The Welsh beauty had no love for the English murderers who had slaughter her mother and ransacked her home. But when her handsome captor held her so close she could sense the need in his savage embrace, feel the lean length of his thighs against her silken flesh, Maren's burning fury melted into molten desire. Against her will, against her heart, she yearned for him to brand her as his own!